ROLO TOMASSI – French Motel / Kasia

From the album Cosmology (2010)

There is no good Shake your head at me and I’ll shake mine right back at you Disappointment isn’t a desire of mine Plagued with fragmented thoughts of why? Too shameful to describe With weary assurances I sit by And await no reply There is no good (Digesting the oldest fucking trick) Catch me if you can Dipping in and out of disgust (Smirk at the disadvantage, I know I did) Try to keep up

Now let us convince There’s no desire There is no desire Now let us convince Where is your desire? There is no good There is no goodbye

Enchanting ourselves and trying to preserve The signals we transmit through fingertips It does not do to dwell on dreams Desperately seeking to find something real The hours are lingering losing momentum Dismembered a memory of what once was close to me Enchanting ourselves and trying to preserve The signals we transmit through fingertips

Though Without a doubt I am complete This is unbroken There’s no defeat I am not abandoned We have belief I am blessed To hold tight and fight Following all our own advice Treasuring time As time well spent No distance will disturb this Gathering the pieces Making the montage